"Smoking cigarettes on the roof."

"You look so pretty, and I love this view."

"We fell in love in October."

"That's why I love fall."

"Looking at the stars, admiring from afar."

"My girl, my girl, my girl."

"You will be my girl."

"My girl, my girl, my girl."

"You will be my world."

"My world, my world, my world, my world."

"Don't bother looking down, we're not going that way."

"At least I know, I am here to stay."

"We fell in love in October."

"That's why I love fall."

"Admiring from afar."

"You will be my girl,"

"You will be my world, my world, my world, my world, my world."

"You will be my girl."

October. Month of dried leaves, dead trees, and pumpkins and whatever else people enjoyed. It had been a normal month for Mira at this point.

Practicing choreography, maybe planning them at times, letting Zoey drag her down to the HUNTR/X couch just to watch clips of turtles. Boring but Mira was down.

Maybe the occasional asking Rumi if she's okay just because she cared and doing the same for Zoey. The occasional letting Derpy just climb on top of her to sleep even if she hated it.

And fighting demons, the same usual. It was nothing different anyways considering she had to deal with multitasking on fighting demons who came from anywhere, and just being a K-pop Idol in general.

Until she found that one person that made her happy. Who made her stomach fill up with butterflies. She had never really considered finding love.

Mira figured she'd be too blunt or overly fused for them, but they didn't seem to care about it. They actually seemed to be more patient than she ever thought.

Mira remembered how she met up—one glance at each other, that turned into more stolen ones. She couldn't exactly go up to them in public anyways.

The media captured anything—even one small detail in common and she could get put on trending videos because her and another celebrity 'ate the same thing and are now in love'.

Mira had managed though, managed to slide her number through a sticky note with a light pink hue that creeped up her neck to her face and to the tips of her pierced ears.

It had gone well, for the time that it did before they had broken up. Mira? Spent her time throwing darts at the wall while lying in bed, trying to punch punching bags in peace without Zoey or Rumi checking in on her.

Her reply had been the same always. "I'm fine, alright?"—she would say. Before at one point, Rumi just raised an eyebrow lazily at her and deadpanned—"IT'S LITERALLY 3AM, AND IT'S OCTOBER— I'M COLD, GO TO SLEEP—"

Mira only remembered that because she had been punching a punching bag at fucking 3 AM for whatever goddamn reason that came to her mind.

Only then—did she decide that she should kind of stop being a pussy and go meet up with them.

Now, she leaned her back against the bark of the tree behind her, fumbling with the rings and the rimless glasses that hung low on her nose.

She forgot to put in contacts.

Until she heard slow footsteps, quiet but slow. And plus—she had good hearing so she could easily detect their footsteps.

Her slender fingers that gripped her drink tightened—she had gotten a pumpkin spice drink on the way; she needed drinking courage that wasn't soju.

Mira slowly looked up at them from where she sat near the tree, with dried orange, red and yellow leaves around her. Mira tried to think of a reply before the nearest reply escaped her mouth— "...Took you long enough." Mira managed.